The All Seeing Eye

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The All Seeing Eye

    I was eighteen when I discovered that I had the sight.

    At first I thought I was delusional. Crazy. Off my freaking rocker. Completely and utterly insane. I had the mind to go ask my doctor to go check the medicine she had me on. I mean, after all, it was this type of thing that got people strapped into straight jackets at the nearest loony bin, was it not? So no, it was not worth being deemed mentally insane to believe I could actually see into the future, especially when the things I was seeing were so crazily insane. I had recently had some of my friend's brownies earlier that day. I wondered briefly if they were perhaps pot brownies. If so, I was more baked than a thanksgiving  turkey, and that would be good because that would mean I was not crazy, only stoned out of my mind.

    In my vision, it was night time. The crescent shaped moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the landscape, sometimes making the shadow of a tree branch appear as some kind of macabre creature, or the mailbox look like the Grim Reaper. All was deathly silent, as night usually was. Everything, other than the creepy shadows, seems peaceful. But then IT happens. The scenery takes a turn, and I am looking at an isolated house out in the country. I do not have a body, and do not appear as any sort of figure or entity- I am merely an all seeing eye, seeing everything, but unable to interfere or move. I see whatever the vision lets me see, almost as if some greater force is leading me along to witness the awful events about to occur. And it starts at that house. The house is dark, and no light emanates from the structure. Everything would appear to be normal. But then the air rings with a shrill scream, coming from the house. The front door bangs open, and a young woman bursts out onto the porch, screaming bloody murder. A cloaked figure follows. I do not see the face, due to the hood he wears, and the black cloak he dons obscures every feature of his body as well, making him completely unidentifiable. The mystery figure chases the woman and tackles her to the ground. The woman puts up quite a fight, hitting, clawing, scratching, but it is to no avail. Cloak drags the screaming woman back up the porch steps, and into the dark house. I never see what happens next. I just hear the screaming. And then- silence. Complete utter silence that seems to envelope you with its heavy shocking meaning. I could only imagine what cloak might have done to make the screaming cease. That's when I wake up in a cold sweat, on the verge of yelling. 

    I completely disregarded the vision. It was absurd. Just a silly, inane nightmare of a teen who had watched one too many horror movies. After all, one could not truly see into the future, for that was impossible, as flying was, and as sprouting cat ears was and how managing anything other than a high C on my Algebra final was, and just completely freaking impossible. I had just about forgotten about the whole silly thing when I turned on the six o' clock news. No, I thought. No, that's not possible. But yet it was. The woman from my vision had gone missing. Her house was on my television screen right now. Every single detail about it was the same. The police were talking, explaining what they knew about what happened, which was basically nothing. In short, they had absolutely no idea where the girl had vanished to. I had an idea, though. But what the heck was I supposed to do? Hey, mister police guy, remember me? I was the one who used to send you prank calls when I was little, remember that? Like the one with the house that was on fire? When really it was just a bunch of people having a cook-out? No hard feelings, right? Anyways, this might seem a TAD bit crazy, but you see, the other day, I was reading in my room when I had this vision. I saw a cloaked figure tackle that woman to the ground, and drag her into her own house where he probably killed her and stuffed her freaking body under the floorboards, you have to believe me? Was that really what I was supposed to do? Was that what I was really freaking supposed to do?! I had a vague idea of where that might get me, and it ended in either a jail cell or a loony bin. 

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 17, 2014 ⏰

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